Goofies

[Intro: Babyface Ray]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

Ayy, look at who they call gang (Who?), niggas goofy than a bitch though

Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?

Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now

Still screamin', "Fuck rap," (Why?) change the country for the hip-hop

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]

Nigga walkin' in with gang, shut the bitch down like Rayford did, don't play with his

He was raised like Bebe kids

Key in a whip like Day-Day, bitch

Fuck your Lamb', I'm in SRT8, bitch

Fuck your ho, wouldn't date that bitch

Walk in, steal the show, know you hate that shit

I'ma grab ten K 'fore they play my shit

Beast to the еast

Rappin', I'm deep in the streets

All you niggas keepin' the peacе

All you niggas eatin' the freaks

Know I got a girl, ain't no sleepin' with me

This shit like, got eight G's on me, Hutch is freezin' the piece

Tell me freeze, please, we gone, we out

I hope niggas holdin' it down

That's why we ain't fuck with no clown

Too much drip, this lil' bitty bitch gon' drown

That lil' boy shit out of style

She calling me foul, but how? She keepin' the child

I just jumped deep in the crowd

Turnt up with them, touch my piece, you will die

Givin' all praise to Allah

Iced up, baby, Wocky in my ba-ba

Covert thugging

Sticks when we in here clubbing

Rich nigga shit, don't touch it

This shit busting

Ice my teeth, my buffies

Paid amounts for it in Kentucky

Good guy, Chucky

Nigga wanna play, then we thumping

Spot on fire, it's jumping

Say she love me

Really just tryna get lucky

'Cause she know a nigga get money

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

Ayy, look at who they call gang (Gang), niggas goofy than a bitch though

Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh? (Must be fuckin' your bitch)

Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now (Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit)

Still screamin', "Fuck rap," (Fuck 'em) change the country for the hip-hop (Change the country for the hip-hop)

[Verse 2: Digga D]

Old niggas with no figures, I don't care 'bout who you used to be (No)

Quarter milly in GBP, that's three-forty in USD

That's ten mill' on this USB, turn coke stone like USG

And usually, they ain't usin' me (No), but I let it slide, they ain't usin' teeth

Lambchop with a shank tucked, this ain't cheap meat that you're eatin', bitch (No)

Private jet, I'm leavin' quick, hit StillBrickin, I need a brick

Got choppers out when they stop us now, these pussy pigs won't leave the kid

They found a stick in my nigga's whip with a silencer and a full clip

How you turn an AK into a Draco? I need to know right now (How?)

I got one, but don't use it 'cause it's too big when I ride out

It's an old one and it's wooden (It's wooden)

You ho, you said that you wouldn't (You said you wouldn't)

Do all of this hatin' shit and come tell my girl is a woman (Bitch)

Now I'm on the phone to my stylist, like, "Hi, Liv, I need another bag" (Wagwan?)

She proper mad like, "Damn bro, you got caught again with another slag"

I gotta stop with this cheatin' shit (Fuckin' hell, man)

I got a Scorpio, not the .32 one, yo, this gun got a nina clip

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

Ayy, look at who they call gang (Gang), niggas goofy than a bitch though

Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh? (Must be fuckin' your bitch)

Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now (Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit)

Still screamin', "Fuck rap," (Fuck 'em) change the country for the hip-hop (Change the country for the hip-hop)

[Outro: Babyface Ray]

Hip-hop

Fuck rap, change the country for the hip-hop

Fuck rap, change the country for the hip-hop

Fuck rap, change the country for the hip-hop